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@xspellbound​ | New Emissary in Town

The sound of shoes scuffing the floor filled the loft as Derek paced back and forth. “Dude, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor.” Stiles’s voice pulled the wolf from his thoughts but didn’t stop him any. Instead, the boy was met with an almost-glare. “Scott has this under control, he found someone that can actually help.” Derek scoffed and looked back at ran his hand over the back of his neck before the door to the loft slid open and the wolf finally stopped in his tracks. Scott. Turning to watch the dark haired male enter, Scott looked way too proud of himself as he entered and stepped to the side. “This is Magnolia, she can help us with our little werejaguar problem.” Scott nodded quickly only for Derek’s eyes to meet the all-too-familiar stark blue eyes of the woman that followed. Fuck. “Scott, no.” He snapped, jaw clenching into a hard line now as the newest glare met the teen. “What do yo-... Deaton raved about her, you were there.” Quickly shaking his head, memories flashed through his mind trying to reorganize his thoughts. “Deaton never said her name.”

[suitsofarmor]

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[archieekins]

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Stepping out of the locker rooms, Archie held the keys to his car, his duffle hanging off one shoulder. He would have been lying if he said he hadn’t thought about the raven haired woman since their last run in, even in class today he couldn’t help but steal glances at the woman across the room. It wasn’t until then he regretted choosing a seat that wasn’t next to her. 

To his delight, as he exited the building, eyes landed on the woman standing there and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips instantly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalking me.” He teased, making his way over to the woman. “Must be my lucky day.”

[leroiloup]

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     The hypocrisy of conflicting emotions and desires swirled together in a turbulent storm that raged within Klaus’s mind. Powerless ; the original hybrid felt all control leaving his grasp at every turn since he’d arrived in New Orleans. From the revelations of his adopted son Marcellus, to the mind bending news of his unborn child. Every time the hybrid had a grasp on what path to take and what he wanted to fight for, something new would come to light, throwing off the the delicate balance that kept him moving forward. He didn’t want his child ━ then he decided to use his child as a pawn ━ then, in an unforeseen twist of fate, he found that he cared for his child. All it took was the simple threat from Hayley ; the mere notion that she was ready to end the baby’s life before it could begin and Klaus was sent off the rails.

Though he was too afraid to delve into the meanings of his actions, he knew that he was prepared to to kill anyone it took to keep his child safe. If that meant a war must be waged, then so be it. The first thing he wanted to do was cut off the supply of wolfsbane so that Hayley couldn’t make the same mistake twice. While he trusted that she didn’t want to go through with it ( he could see the same revelation of the bond between parent and child reflected in her eyes ), he had to be sure that no one else could use such means, either. For that, he’d go to the source.

It was an uncharacteristically overcast day in the Quarter. Though he was careful to dodge any of Marcellus’s men, he walked through the streets with purpose. The first location on his quest was the café Spellbound. Klaus, of course, knew that it was far more than a simple café. He took a seat at one of the tables, picking up a menu as though he were a normal customer looking for some coffee or food. All the while, hybrid ears listened in to any conversations around him and eyes surveyed the surroundings to the best of his abilities. 

[malcvclent]

                           ❛     make me.     ❜

                                         @xspellbound​               :         magnolia     &     chaos

a brow raises, clearly surprised                by the tenacity in her words. a millisecond passes before he’s chuckling, back easing into his seat as wild eyes looked the witch up and down, taking his time to save the sight.       ❛     as much as i would love to...     ❜          tone is taunting as his arms folded behind his head, almost like he’s waiting for her to make the first move, to act on her desires and lose herself to him.          ❛     i don’t think i’m someone you could handle…     ❜       

                  meme           //           accepting

[unsaintedfox-a]

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The relationship between Magnolia and Deshi was… Complicated. It wasn’t much of a relationship as a rivalry of sorts. After so many times that Nola had denied him, it only took one time for the balance to shift. It was rough, hungry, and full of burning frustration. That’s all it took for the tables to switch on them, going from flirting glances to possessive actions. It started when Deshi was in a bar and trying to get a quick and easy fuck. That’s when Magnolia showed up in the tightest dress he had seen on her, the bright red lipstick accentuating her plump lips. She had pulled him into a starving kiss, grabbing him with a strength he hadn’t expected before pulling back and telling the woman he was seducing to ‘fuck off’. He just couldn't understand why she was doing this, the anger building as they fought in the middle of the bar. It only ended with him fucking her in a stall, taking their frustrations out on each other.

It spiraled from there. Deshi crashing her dates and Magnolia cock blocking him every chance she got. It usually ended with angry and tension-filled sex, trying to tear each other apart any way they could. He wondered if there was an underlying reason for why they kept doing this but that meant acknowledging that he wanted to just keep her for himself. That wasn’t something he wanted to think too deeply about, knowing that way only led to more pain and confusion. Letting himself into her house, not second-guessing on whether he should be there or not, he looked around only to realize that she was gone. Growling softly, he knew she must have changed the time for her date before he could find out. Probably changed where they were going too. He cursed under his breath as he slammed the door shut, trying to contain the anger within him. Making his way toward the kitchen, he slammed open the fridge and found a beer only to quickly down it within a few gulps.

Why was her being on a date making him feel this way? It wasn't like there was anything official between them, not that Deshi would ever let himself get to that point. Yet, knowing that she was out with someone else was rubbing every nerve he had. So he sat and waited for her to come back. Because that seemed like the only logical explanation for him. He was about 3 beers and a half a pack of cigarettes in by the time he heard the door open. "Nice of you to show up. Have a nice date?"

[spymade-a]

@xspellbound​   liked   for   a   thing  !

            “   it   appears   you’ve   run   into   some   car   trouble.   do   you   need   a   spot   of   help  ?  i   know   a   thing   or   two   about   cars,   though   that’s   not   to   say   you   wouldn’t.   ”

[telepaethic]

     “WHEN   IT   IS   ALL   FINISHED,   you’ll  discover  that  it  was  never  random.”   @xspellbound​